The Lying, The Gym and The Wardrobe by Petula Gordeno
It started off with heartbreak and shock but now I’m two threads on,
The sub is out, the cricket is glorious, I am where I belong in the sun,
The children will thrive, I’m their Alexa, they can bring their questions to me,
A house so dipped in sadness will be filled with peace and glee.
You see what you’ve chosen isn’t quite what you ordered from life’s menu,
Live out of bags, and your tired old fridge, forget a meal for two,
Of course you could always gym it, or visit your mum, or have a love-in with your friends,
But today they are with their families, and my happiness starts as your madness ends.
You see that wardrobe which shattered became a symbol of all that you’ve become,
A bolter, a liar, a seller of secrets a part time dad to this full time mum,
Your texts will remain unread, the locks will change, as we start this life anew,
Happy Father’s Day, or then again maybe not, your life is just not cricket, Twatoo.
I am having a coffee in my garden raising a toast to OP, her kids, her loved ones and everyone across her threads who could not be happier for her.